Yun chujiu looked around anxiously, but she did not see Little Wu Yun’s figure.
At this moment, her spiritual connection with little Wu Yun was getting weaker and weaker, as if it would be severed at any moment.
She could not determine little Wu Yun’s location at the moment, and did not know if it was inside the fog or if it had already left the totem vault.
Yun Qianli saw the anxious look on Yun Chujiu’s face, and she was somewhat gloating in her heart.
You deserve it! You deserve it!
I’ll call you wicked. Now, you deserve it, right? !
However, she had learned her lesson. Although she was gloating in her heart, she did not show it on her face. Instead, she even pretended to be worried.
Yun Chujiu did not have the leisure to pay attention to her performance. She was going crazy with anxiety!
Although Little Wu Yun rarely spoke, he had helped her countless times at critical moments. In her heart, Little Wu Yun was no less important than buttface and the others.